SANCTUM INBOX

[pain_train]

To find out times for the next three station stops of the Pain Train, press 1.

For a list of stations serviced by the Pain Train, press 2.

To leave a message for the conductor of the Pain Train, press 3.

To purchase tickets on the Pain Train, pull some more of your stupid-ass shit.

Comments

Day 150 | Afternoon | Action

[bothbarrels]

"Shouldn't it be on your medical records? I'm sure there's someone here who can tell it to you."

Day 150 | Afternoon | Action

[pain_train]

"Oh, maybe? Could you look for me?" This time she wiggles her toes to point to a datapad that's mounted at the end of the bed. "Display on," she calls. It should register to her voice print.

And she really doesn't care if North gets a look at her medical records. She's physically fucked to hell, and that much is obvious just from looking at her. Which is pretty much what the display says; 182/206 bones broken, major internal injuries, ports severely warped from impact, all upgrades damaged and in need of replacement (so yes she is missing an arm and a leg), one retina has detached and that eye has now been replaced with a standard bionic eye.

And then some written notes appended to the end.

DO NOT LET HER OUT EARLY YOU IDIOTS SHE NEARLY DIED--WHISKEY

I DON'T CARE WHAT SHE SAYS, SHE IS NOT FINE AND THE TRACTION SPLINTS ARE NOT GIVING HER A HEADACHE--WHISKEY

STOP SCRATCHING HER NOSE SHE JUST DOES THAT TO BITE YOU--WHISKEY

NEXT PERSON TO GIVE HER COFFEE GETS THE BOOT--WHISKEY

DON'T LISTEN TO HER, KEEP THE PAIN MEDS ON SCHEDULE; IF COGNITIVE ISSUES EXIST SWITCH HER TO MILDER DOSAGE--WHISKEY

Patient scheduled for compliance interview upon release, inform the compliance office immediately.--Compliance Adjunct Trujillo THE HELL SHE WILL--WHISKEY

NO SHE DOES NOT NEED ANOTHER HEAD SCAN, YOU DAMNWELL KNOW THE MEMORY PROBLEMS ARE UNRELATED TO CURRENT TRAUMA--WHISKEY

get better soon--jojo

THE NEXT PERSON TO GET AN "EILEAN" JOKE GETS THE FIST. I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE, SHE WILL REMEMBER YOU AND I WON'T SAVE YOU--WHISKEY

NO. NO BANANA PUDDING. IT ENDS UP ON THE CEILING. LOOK UP YOU MORONS.--WHISKEY

DO NOT LET HER USE YOUR GLASSES SHE WILL ORDER STRIPPERS. GODDAMMIT I TOLD YOU TWICE ALREADY THERE'S STILL GLITTER IN THE VENTS--WHISKEY

Day 150 | Afternoon | Action

[bothbarrels]

He can't help but read the notes with a faintly amused smile on his face, all the but the bit about the head trauma—so she already had memory problems before this? He glances up at her a few times as he's reading, then swipes through to the first page again. "I don't understand, you're just listed as Wrath here."

Day 150 | Afternoon | Action

[pain_train]

She isn't surprised. If these things were as easy as looking at records or searching the network, she would know her 'real' name. She offers him a wry smile. "Then that's my name, I guess. Kind of a weird one, huh?"

Day 150 | Afternoon | Action

[bothbarrels]

"Yes," he says slowly, putting the datapad back. "Well then, it's nice to have met you, Wrath."

Day 150 | Afternoon | Action

[pain_train]

"Thanks for visiting, North." Her smile relaxes back to something truly cheerful. "I'm looking forward to the pie. And I hope your friend recovers soon."

Day 150 | Afternoon | Action

[bothbarrels]

"Thank you." He heads for the door. "See ya."

As he leaves he's left to wonder exactly what he's gotten himself into and how easily she wormed her way into his good graces. She doesn't seem at all the woman who had attacked him in the Hub. There's a lot about her that seems to be hidden, even though she presents herself as an open book. When he settles in at home, he's going to have to do some poking around into this.